Taking the old road once again
I searched for my pen around
it lies on the table behind
Pieces of paper falling apart
remembers me the memories of past
still i dance on rhyme of my words
I still remember the nights of darkness
returning home with sweats after work
holding the pen i sang the song of life
I talked to my words in tears and smile
gone are the days preserved in words
coming ones shall find me between those words
dead are the one who still haunts
in memories of the new ones
I choose those words to reside
that i left behind arranging my whole life
If the words split too with the span of time
Just try to listen my song of life
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